Reunion After

Marriage Guardians

Pov: Widya's

We were both busy with the wedding. Tompi and I have agreed that we will not have a party. Just invited a close friend to celebrate our wedding.

It will take place at the house. I started to self-destruct. Honestly, I'm nervous. I've been through this process before. Gandi will be my marriage guardian.

"It's beautiful" she praised me.

"Thank you, Honey. Try papah's phone, ready or not?"

Gandi immediately contacted the Tompi mas. But, my son said, his papa didn't pick up his phone. He tried again, and the result was the same. Not lifted. Where is that guy?

I'm trying to stay calm. Showing a happy face even though my heart is very worried. Finish up, I change clothes. I chose a white satin-based dress. Gandi is already handsome wearing a suit stelan bought by mas Tompi.

Thank God, the worry in my heart was gone when Mas Tompi and his family came. The disgrace and the modin come, the sign of the agreement will be done soon. Gandi himself will marry me to his papa.

"Can we start, huh?" The lady asked the man there.

I heard the sound of the Tompi asking for blessing to Mamah Wanda and also my parents. After that the procession begins. I'm still in the room.

"Mas Gandi, Mr. Vesti, please shake hands." Nagib asked my son and my future husband to shake hands.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim." I heard Gandi's voice tremble. Don't cry, my dear Gandi. Strong, Son.

"Father Tompi Haryanto .., I marry you and control you." It was clear the sound of my son's voice. Like holding back haru's cries.

"With my birth mother, Widyasari bint Purnomo, with a gold dowry of ten grams and a unit of house paid in cash!"

My heart beats faster. My breath is stuck in the esophagus. The atmosphere was instantly silent for a moment.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Widyasari bint Purnomo with the dowry paid in cash!"

"Well!" All those present immediately said it was legitimate before boarding to ask the witnesses.

I heard Gandi's sobs. I was picked up by my mom and my mom. Brought to where the contract takes place. I saw Gandi and the man who had legitimately become my husband smiling at me.

I saw Netra Gandi shed tears. He smiled at me. She held her two thumbs up to me and her lips spoke as if. Beautiful mom, great mama, Gandi dear mamah. I love you, Mah.

I returned his smile. Son, thank you. Thank you for being my best friend from the stomach. Thank you for accepting the many shortcomings. Thank you for wanting to be the guardian of mamah, delivering mamah to the man who mamah love. Thank you, son. I love you too Gandhi.

That's my sentence painting if I speak. Now I see a man beside my son. The man who always makes my heart wince. A man I can't forget since we split Junior High School into High School.

Mom, thank you for accepting my shortcomings. Willing to wait for me. And fight together. Thank you for loving Gandi as sincere as your heart. I love you, Tompi Haryanto.

Now I've faced him. I got that big, wide hand solemnly. He kissed my head, my forehead, my cheeks, my palms, and the back of my hands.

I saw the old man and Gata below who were also crying. I smiled at him. The man who always gave me his full love.

"That is why Widya and Tompi's prayers are overflowing with blessings in our household" I said in a very trembling voice.

Abah nodded while crying. Holding my head and closing my eyes. Then ask to be hugged. I love him very much.

After signing the document, we have been legal and recorded as a married couple in the eyes of law and religion. We captured that precious moment. May this be the last and forever. Aamiins.

Although we did not have a party, but many heard our news. Until friends and associates come. Congratulate us both.

The show finished in the afternoon. Even so, there are still those who come at night. After the guests had begun to quiet, mas Tompi pamit on abah, mother, and also Gandi. Even my bag is on my doorstep.

"Where are we going?" my many.

"Spend the night just the two." Mas Tompi took my hand and carried my bag into the car.

I'm getting nervous. Where should I start? Should I ask first or how? Really, I can't think anymore.

"Why, Honey? How silent?" tanya Mas Tompi's.

"Hmm? Ah, naw. Its alright. Mas, I'm hungry, we'll buy some food first, okay?" my door. I don't know why, I seem to want to buy time.

She shook her head, the food was all ready in our house. I reasoned again. "My makeup kit you've put in, Yang? How not yet."

"It's all done."

We got to the front of the house. He dropped both our suitcases. Ask me to open the door and turn on the lights.

"Please turn on the water in the bathroom, Yang. I'm sultry." Mas Tompi still pushed the suitcase into our room. I just nodded and obeyed his orders.

He's coming in the bathroom. I cleaned the makeup. Shower quickly. Then Mas Tompi asked me to take a shower immediately and take ablution.

"Okay," I answered trying to cover up my nervousness. I saw the upper part of her body was very seductive. I want to embrace that body again.

I was waiting for him. I looked at my face and stood behind it. We pray Isha' first, then continue the prayer sunnah zifaf.

After the prayer, he put his head in my lap. "Cape, Mommy?" my many.

He's nodding. I stroked myself to caress her hair, then I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and lastly landed on her lips.

He immediately got up and removed the sheath. I immediately took off my face. Fold the sarong and mukena first. The hug from behind surprised me. His head was already resting on my shoulder.

"Come," he said.

I turned around and smiled. Now he's pulling me into our bed. Without further ado, we knew what we had to do. I let him strip me of my clothes one by one, until there's nothing left.

I felt touch after touch in my body, which had not been touched for four years. Tense, occasionally sigh and groan. He flipped his body. Ask me to play my part here.

The style of women on top I do for her. My hands roamed without the slightest shame. And I see him enjoying it. I don't know how long we warm up, until we both feel the peak and droop together.

"I love you, Widyasari." The words I always wanted to hear first, from his father Gandi, but never materialized.

"I love you too, Tompi Haryanto. How's it?" my many.

He looked at me, then closed my body with him. "My sister is charging her. Prepare yourself, dear."

I chuckle at hearing it. Okay, I will serve you, as you wish, my husband.